In this most gray and lifeless skyFilled with chills and winter windsA tiny hole has pierced the domeLetting in the blueAmonst the stirring stormWoven with thunderous threadsAnd stitched with electric needlesGlimpses of spring play peek-a-booIn the dense and heavy huesBehind the dull facadeOf swirling winter's rageA renewal of promise and hopeThe earth shall be anew
I love it!
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fragile leavespaint sidewalkafter rain
Ive grown up with all kinds of loved ones, neighbors, friends, cousins and. acquantances~~ brothers,sisters grown, growing growth life - live let live it takes all kinds of love ♡ for people <3
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this birdfollowing meup the road—a flick of the tailand a long whistleat each new perch
Retirees stoop with forked knivesattack those dandelions before the gray seedheads explodemy sweetheart's grandmother from Texassent the boys out to the lawnto bring in the treasured greens for dinnerI made dandelion wine once from a meadow's worth of yellow in a Canada springMy granddaughter exults while her hurricane breathsends every bit of fluff on a journey
BlightThat’s what they called itNeighbors walked byand told the CityThey tattled on the weedsTattled on the home with the unfenced yardThe home not hiding anythingNot pretending to be better than it wasThis home was Doris and Francis’sBuilt for them and the birds looking for respiteRest was given and found in the two-tiered concrete birdbath, carefully moved from the hillsides of DiabloThe plants with their once-green leaves were put into the earth purposefully,Planted for the future.The letter said to get rid of it allThe tall golden stalksThe broken stemsThe dusty blossoms and downy pods,Dried and waiting to dispersein the gusts that make people wince Blowing away to settle and grow.Pull them up,take them outor risk a fine.Placate the neighborsIncrease the valueDon’t forget about curb appeal.
“The Cabin”Hemlines long, then shorterSunglasses and tennis whitesBicycle bell swimsuitsIce-cream social and the covered bridgeKids in picture frames.It wasn’t like that when you brought me here. Those kids drive sedans and are thinking about retirement now. They wave when we walk by, so we wave back. We are tourists for the weekend, trying to keep each other warm with cold beer and incandescent light. A color. A sweetness. A season.Floorboards bowed and rottenEverything from then to nowBut out of order.Spiders came and went with winterAnd the river took the rest.